A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 270 The Spoiled Little Woman

Originally, the matter was settled like this, but Zhuang Zhoucheng asked again:

"If you don't like me, who do you like?"

Huo Yan was annoyed by Zhuang Zhoucheng's questions, so she pushed his face away and whispered:

“Fearless…”

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face turned black on the spot. He threw Huo Yan on the bed and left, very angry.

After his anger subsided, he turned back and stuffed Huo Yan into the quilt.

Huo Yan had fallen asleep and knew nothing.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood by the bed and did not leave.

Huo Yan's pillow was covered with a layer of coral fleece pillowcase.

Huo Yan turned over and rubbed his little face back and forth on the furry pillowcase, like a cat, rubbing it in small movements continuously.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the little face that was revealed, and the fire in his heart slowly subsided.

He didn't believe in the talk about past lives, but after meeting Huo Yan, he began to believe it.

He wondered if this was something he owed her in his previous life.

Zhuang Zhoucheng sat on the bed, held up her face with his big hands, and placed his palms under her face.

Huo Yan still rubbed her face back and forth in his palm, but it didn't seem as comfortable as before, so she stopped rubbing and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhuang Zhoucheng moved, and seeing that she was fast asleep, he called Mr. Zhuang back.

Zhuang Zhoucheng brought Huo Yan to Lu Zeng's wedding today and was photographed by reporters.

While on the way, Mr. Zhuang called and asked.

The news reports did not dare to show the woman's face and were written in a vague manner.

As soon as the call was made, the old man immediately went berserk:

"You little brat, you hung up on your dad? Now that you're grown up, have you forgotten who your father is?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng listened calmly without responding. After Mr. Zhuang finished yelling, Zhuang Zhoucheng replied calmly:

"Driving."

This explains why I hung up the phone before.

After hearing his son's concise words, Mr. Zhuang paused, expressed his agreement, and said:

"You can't answer the phone while driving, and that's the right thing to do."

After a pause, he continued:

"But I'm your father!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng said:

"Don't believe what you read in the newspapers."

I called back just to say this.

After Zhuang Zhoucheng finished speaking, the old man became depressed and sighed deeply. He said:

"Third brother, you will be thirty-five next year. When are you going to give me a grandson with a penis? Your mother didn't even wait for her grandson to be buried. Don't let me be buried without waiting for that day either..."

"I'll hang up now if I have nothing else to do. I'll have to trouble you to settle the newspaper issue."

Zhuang Zhoucheng really didn't say a word and didn't care what the old man yelled at on the other end of the phone. He just hung up.

The phone was muted and he put it aside. He leaned over and kissed Huo Yan's face. He looked at her face carefully and said in a low voice:

"A year goes by quickly. Wait another year. After a year, I will take you back to the capital and give you a home..."

He rested one hand on Huo Yan's face and held her hand with the other.

Zhuang Zhoucheng knew that she was insecure and a spoiled child who was afraid of loneliness. When all the people she trusted and relied on left, she had no choice but to turn to his arms.

But this place is not a place where she can come and go as she pleases.

This time it comes, unless he lets go.

Otherwise, don't even think about leaving in this life.

She didn't feel safe around him.

Apart from the random and unreasonable reasons she mentioned, the biggest obstacle was that she didn't trust him.

Because of her distrust, she was so panicked when she heard him hint at getting married.

She was afraid that he would abandon her at any time, and she was afraid that she would suddenly be left alone. In reality, Cinderella who married into a wealthy family could never escape the nightmare of divorce.

She must be scared.

Perhaps, she never thought about that from beginning to end.

Zhuang Zhoucheng gently rubbed Huo Yan's hand and looked at her hot face for several hours.